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"Maybe I ought to take a vacation somewhere."

#(( what with so much of the rping on here being fandoms )) #(( the next question being what fandom to go bother ))

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You wake, a sudden start, the remnants of a half-remembered fever-dream still clawing at your mind. Of course, what is happening to you right now is rather the opposite of a fever. Everything is cold. Dreadfully, deathly cold.

You're not quite sure if the effects of that poison are slowly leaving you or if you've just become accustomed to prying the icy fingers of death off of yourself each time you wake.

You rise. The movement brings warmth, helps keep the blood from freezing in your veins. That's one experience you would rather not repeat. What doesn't kill you makes you stronger, they say, but you're pretty sure the only part of this that's made you any stronger was devouring that snake's soul and helping yourself to his treasure horde.

Two scars he left you. The first on your lip; a warning. However vain you might be, you don't mind that one so much. It adds character to your face, you think.

The second is another matter. An ugly black mess on the inside of your shoulder that looks much more like cooled magma than any sort of scar. Three scars, you dully add, remembering the smaller but no less ugly exit wound. It manages to look even worse in your more monstrous forms.

You'd felt like wearing a dress today, but it's the suit you reach for. You've known people who wore their scars as badges of honor and people who hid them as marks of shame. You'd rather not let the world know just how close your brush with death had been or how much it still bothers you. If that puts you in the latter category, then so be it, you decide.

#musings

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Everything has a price.

The only question is the currency.

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How does one entice people into conversation here? Do I need some pointlessly animated pictures of my face?

I mean, I am in possession of a rather handsome face.

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"On a related note, I wouldn't recommend getting poisoned to almost-death, either.

But sometimes you do get poisoned to almost-death and you just have to roll with it.

Make it work for you. 

Cut them up and contaminate his blood using your own open wounds, and watch that snake choke to death on the demise they intended for you."

Judging from the glint of hellfire in those sulphurous eyes, this is a memory that the demon relishes.

"...I think I may have gotten slightly carried away. The spot of arson afterwards was almost certainly unnecessary. But the whole ordeal has solved a number of my problems."

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Have you ever had your blood freeze into crystalline chunks in your veins?

...

Zero out of ten, would not recommend.

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The rat demon lounges in a small, cluttered office, looking, as always, like an obvious crossdresser in a suit that only seems to highlight narrow shoulders and an overall slender frame.

Sulphur-colored eyes flicker upwards at the visitor and grins in a way that is not entirely without menace. "Here to make a deal?" the devil asks in a smoky voice that is not quite male and not quite female.

#open rp #open starter #indie rp #oh god am i doing this right

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Eugh. I almost forgot what time of year it is.

Maybe I should go back into hiding until all of these yuletide festivities blow over.

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"Yes, it's pretty much exactly like that, only with prettier outfits."

Press the button and become a magical girl! At the minor cost of your immortal soul following your death.

"Is a magical girl anything like a Kamen rider..?"(((GATA NO)))

#gatarifficgata

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I'm back, I suppose.

I'm sure you all missed my smiling face.

A number of interesting things happened. Most importantly, I've taken care of my snake problem.

Details?

...Later, once the dust settles a bit.

#(( here we go bringing this loser back again ))

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"You seemed to be in need today." The demon gives a faintly amused smirk. "But no, you're quite capable otherwise."

The smirk turned into a grin as she backed away. "Please, relax. I mean no ill will."

#nooneexpectsthebanana

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The slightest inclination of the head indicates she has it correct. "No, no affiliation with your League, at least not in any formal sense. I've chatted with a few of its champions. As for what I do, well I help the helpless. Empower the powerless." Technically accurate, at least from a certain point of view, though nowhere near the whole of it.

"Eutychos," she repeats, halfway to herself and halfway to her new ‘friend’. “That’s not a name I’ve ever heard before. Tell me, what is it you do, and where? You can’t be a part of the League… I would know. And if you’re a summoner, I have never formally met you."

#nooneexpectsthebanana

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Eutychos just boggles at her. "What, did you think it was cold?" He's not really offering much in the way of sympathy. Probably something to do with the whole biting thing.

"You bit me! And you certainly didn’t ask to do that!" He retorts in a way that seems to be mocking her distress. The demon settles back down, still tending as much to his jacket as the bit wound. “Of course it’s hot. I don’t know what else you expected from demon blood. Don’t tell me you couldn’t feel it before you bit?"

#patchworktiefsee

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"You bit me! And you certainly didn't ask to do that!" He retorts in a way that seems to be mocking her distress. The demon settles back down, still tending as much to his jacket as the bit wound. "Of course it's hot. I don't know what else you expected from demon blood. Don't tell me you couldn't feel it before you bit?"

Tiefsee spits out whatever blood she had in her mouth as ahs sat up. Clawing at her tongue to get whatever was left “What the hell!? your blood its— HOT. WHy!? It wasnt called for! You touched me! You didnt even ask!" she snapped.

#patchworktiefsee

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The bite was, well, perhaps not completely unexpected, but still unexpected enough to make him drop her rather unceremoniously on the ground.

Quickly, though, the demon attempts to regain composure, even if the bright yellow eyes went wide for a moment there. "Sorry to drop you like that, but that was rather uncalled for, don't you think?" He examines the wound, though whether it's his shoulder or his suit jacket that he's more concerned about is a mystery. "I think you may have ruined this."

While the red liquid that leaks from the wound certainly looks like blood, but blood isn't normally that hot, and it most definitely does not taste like blood.

A graceful whirl of motion, and suddenly the demon has quite literally swept her off her feet, unusually hot hands holding her back nearly parallel to the ground, slender frame displaying a surprising amount of strength.

The demon leans in and whispers, breath noticeably hot and dry. “I don’t try. I do."

#patchworktiefsee

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A graceful whirl of motion, and suddenly the demon has quite literally swept her off her feet, unusually hot hands holding her back nearly parallel to the ground, slender frame displaying a surprising amount of strength.

The demon leans in and whispers, breath noticeably hot and dry. "I don't try. I do."

"….Asshole. I’m not easy."

#patchworktiefsee #(( cue new scars in the shape of a shark bite ))

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"Thief, scoundrel..." Eutychos shrugs with disinterest. "Demon is the answer you're looking for, I suppose." Lots of things qualified as demons, or at least claimed to be demons.

"And you? A wolf, of course, but most wolves don't talk."

The wolf wrinkled his nose. 

"So, what are you? You aren’t human or a sorcerer. A Changling perhaps." He stated, looking the demon up and down. Of course, Mercury had met demons before, though none of this breed or style.  He knew from personal experience that the breed he was most familiar with were born from ghosts. Eutychos, was definitely not one of those.

#the-wandering-guide #thewanderingguide